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Knockity knock knock.

Somebody's at the door.

Knocking and knocking away.

Somebody's at the door.

They seem to be here to stay.

 

Don't answer it, it's dangerous.

What if he has a gun?

Don't answer it it's dangerous.

You don't have the time to run.

 

Look through the peep hole.

No one is there.

Look through the peep hole.

It's not polite to stare.

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Apr 30, 2012
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